“There’s nothing there…” they told her.
But she made them take her back home so she could see it herself.
And they were right, there was nothing there. Everything of hers was gone. Like everyone else’s home on her block, just the foundation remained.
But when they arrived, waiting, after days, with no promise she’d return, was Chubby.
Her other two dogs she never saw again. But Chubby had always been needy, and he had waited for her to come back, or was too scared to wander off even to take care of himself.